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sluttywonwoo · 3 months

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instead of you [part thirty-nine] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst

word count: 3.1k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

“How much longer until we reach it?”

“You’ve asked that six times in the past ten minutes!”

“That’s because no one’s given me an answer!”

“Because no one knows, Felix! None of us have hiked this path before.”

Felix grumbled something behind his brother’s back but he must not have heard because he didn’t argue further.

The majority of the hike thus far had been uphill, something that the park rangers had neglected to mention when they sent you off into the forest. Thankfully, the mountains and canopy of trees provided some kind of shade but it was still scorching hot. And humid. And you were sweating like crazy.

Everyone was. Minho had already taken his shirt off and Felix had completely sweat through his. That was probably why he was complaining so much. He refused to take it off, though. Something about not wanting to get sunburned again.

“You doing okay?” Jisung asked, looking over at you.

The two of you had found yourselves in the middle of the pack for once, walking behind his parents and in front of his brothers.

“Yeah, fine,” you answered, trying not to sound as out of breath as you felt.

“Did you bring your inhaler?”

“Um...”

“Why do I even ask?”

After fifteen more minutes of walking and a bathroom break, you finally reached the waterfall.

Felix sighed. “That’s it? We walked all this way for this?”

“Shut up, Felix,” Jisung snapped. “It just looks small from the bridge, it’s not actually that small.”

“I’d say it’s a pretty average size,” you added, “maybe even kind of big.”

Minho laughed behind you. Thankfully, his parents didn’t seem to hear your comment. To be fair to Felix, it wasn’t a huge waterfall. It certainly wasn’t the biggest waterfall in Hawai’i, but it was one of the few that visitors could swim under. That’s what made it so popular.

And the bridge had made it look smaller than it really was.

There was an area to rinse off before and after getting in the water so you all took turns under the showerhead.

Nikki was the only one who didn’t want to swim, which meant that she was stuck with all of the bags. You felt sort of bad when Jisung handed over the backpack you were sharing but Nikki assured you that it was fine, that she would rather hold them for you than have you rent one of the rusty lockers to store it in.

Waimea Falls required everyone to wear a life jacket, regardless of swimming ability. You knew it was a liability thing but you still couldn’t help but shiver when you slung on the cold, wet vest and buckled it around your chest. Who knew how many people had worn it before you today.

Shoes were optional so you left your sandals in the gravel by the bleachers and tiptoed your way back over to the edge of the water. The boys did the same.

The five of you stood there, staring at the rocks leading down into the lagoon, trying to figure out how to proceed without falling. It was hard to determine the best way in as all of the rocks that were big enough to step on were either jagged and/or slippery.

“Ladies first,” Felix said unceremoniously.

You glared at him but decided to take a step down anyway. Someone had to go first and since everyone else was being a pussy it might as well be you. You moved at a snail’s pace, trying your best to move in a way that wouldn’t send you tumbling down the incline if you misstepped.

The rocks seemed stable enough to hold your weight without sliding around in the mud but one of them wobbled under you upon stepping on it, making you nearly lose your balance.

“Careful!” Jisung and Minho shouted at the same time, causing you to turn around and make a face at them both.

They traded weird looks with each other before turning their attention back to you, who had made significant progress toward the water. By the time you finally reached the edge, the boys had started trekking down behind you, much more haphazardly than you had.

You extended your leg out in front of you to feel it out, trying not to scream when your toes grazed the water. It was freezing, way colder than you expected, but you knew it would feel incredible once you were fully submerged. It was one of if not the hottest days of the trip and you had sweat through everything. Even the life vest they’d saddled you with was beginning to feel sticky.

“How is it?” Jisung called from behind you.

“Feels good!” you lied, not trusting yourself to turn around and show him your face. He’d know you were bluffing instantly.

Since you didn’t want to hold up the line, you took a deep breath and pushed yourself off of the ledge, finding your footing with both feet in the water. The bed of the lagoon was also covered with rocks. They were more slippery than the ones on the path seeing as they were wet and covered with algae so you had to be extra careful.

You moved away from the shore so that the boys could get in after you.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” was Jisung’s shout from behind you.

You turned back to see him submerged up to his waist. He apologized to the people around him for cursing before glaring at you.

“You little brat!” he muttered, lunging at you.

You let out a yelp as the weight of your best friend dragged you under. You both emerged with dripping hair, laughing and sputtering.

“You said it felt good!”

“It does! It’s refreshing!”

“It’s cold as fuck,” he muttered, “and you knew that.”

“What, can’t take a little chill?” you taunted.

He splashed you.

“Are we going to swim over to the waterfall or what?” Minho’s voice echoed from behind you both, sounding annoyed.

Jisung smirked before turning around to face his older brother.

“We don’t all have to go together. You could have gone on without us.”

Felix was the last to get in, gingerly stepping on the algae-covered rocks to make his way over to the three of you. Dom stayed by the edge, content to keep Nikki company from the water. He claimed to be too old to swim against the current just to get thousands of gallons of water dunked on him.

“Let’s go, babe,” Jisung said, jerking his head over his shoulder in the direction of the waterfall.

Swimming to the base of the waterfall proved to be a lot more difficult than it looked. The current was strong and moving against it required a lot of effort. People who weren’t strong swimmers had no chance of making it all the way under.

It was doable for you, but not without struggle. The boys seemed to be in the same boat, save for Minho, who was the fittest out of all of you. He was already several strokes ahead of the rest of you when Jisung called out for him to wait up. He paused and tread water while he waited for you and the twins to catch up.

“I thought we were going together,” Felix panted bitterly.

“Not my fault you guys are slow,” he rebutted.

“Maybe we should hold hands,” Jisung suggested and pointed to another family who was making significantly more progress. “They’re doing it.”

“You think that’s going to work?” you asked.

“Yeah, how do we know you guys aren’t just going to hold me back?”

Felix clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Minho-”

“You could stand to pull some more weight, K-pop boy,” Jisung pointed out.

“Tsk, fine. How should we do this?”

Minho obviously helmed the line. You were stuck between him and Jisung, with Felix bringing up the rear. You didn’t argue about your place in the order but it did feel strange to be holding both Minho and Jisung’s hands at the same time. You couldn’t tell whether they felt similarly but you had to assume they did.

Minho tugged you along and you pulled Jisung in turn. They held on to you tightly so as not to lose you in the tide. You tried to focus on keeping your head above the surface instead of the feeling of both of their hands in yours.

Jisung’s hand-holding strategy actually worked and you made it to the waterfall twice as fast as you would have on your own.

Trying to get under the waterfall was another ordeal. The water pressure was so aggressive that you had to fight against the water in order to get up on the rocks right beneath the stream.

“This kind of hurts!” Jisung shouted over the roaring of the water.

“Yeah, I think I’m getting bruises!” Minho agreed.

“You guys are pussies!” you yelled, even though it did hurt and you wouldn’t be surprised if was bruising you.

“I think Mom is trying to take a picture!” Felix screamed.

Automatically, all four of you posed even though you couldn’t see where Nikki was and you could barely open your eyes under the stream. You grabbed for Jisung but got Minho instead, accidentally squeezing his ass in an effort to hold his hand. How you mixed up the person standing beside you and mis-approximated where their wrist was, you didn’t know, but you immediately let go once you realized your mistake and fumbled for the right person’s hand instead.

If Jisung noticed what happened, he didn’t say anything about it. Minho definitely did notice and you could see him trying not to laugh out of the corner of your eye.

“Should we swim back now?” one of the boys, you weren’t sure which, asked after you had stood there for what felt long enough for their mother to have snapped a couple of photos.

“You guys can, I think y/n and I are going to swim around by ourselves for a bit longer.”

That was news to you but you weren’t necessarily upset about it. You hadn’t been in the water for long anyway and you wanted to make the most of it. And if Jisung wanted to be alone with you, you weren’t going to say no.

Your number one priority was winning him back, making it up to him, as much as you could.

You followed Jisung to a secluded part of the pool, letting him tug you along as you floated on your back. Minho and Felix either got out or fucked off to another part of the lagoon. You weren’t paying attention when you split up and you weren’t about to look for them.

“Did you want to talk about something?” you asked your best friend.

“No, just wanted some space from my brothers.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Did you want to talk about something?” he parroted.

You made a face. “No, unless you’ve changed your mind.”

You could tell he knew what you referring to immediately from the way his expression shifted.

“Not here, yeah?”

You nodded in agreement. He was right, you should have that conversation somewhere private. Still, you took his answer as a good sign. ‘Not here’ implied that there was somewhere that you would have that conversation, which meant that he was willing to have it. You counted that as a win. A very small win, but a win nonetheless.

“What?” Jisung asked, squinting at you through the sunlight.

“Huh?”

“What’s got you smiling like that? What’s on your mind?”

You hadn’t realized you were smiling until he pointed it out.

“Just happy to be here with you.”

You had dinner at some famous burger place that night. You were too tired to pay much attention to what you were eating or what everyone was talking about but you’re pretty sure the food tasted good.

The restaurant was in the middle of their dinner rush when your party arrived so you had to wait for a table. There was a small surf shop attached to the same building so you went with the boys to check it out while Nikki and Dom scoped out somewhere to sit. Everything was expensive so no one bought anything but window shopping kept you occupied for the time being.

After dinner, you rode with Jisung’s parents back to the resort. He seemed indifferent to your presence this time, which you took as another win. He held your hand in the back seat and you rested your head on his shoulder. Neither of you fell asleep but you kept your eyes closed, enjoying the silence.

“We’re here, kids,” Nikki said softly once Dom had parked in the lot.

Jisung stretched, forcing you to sit up too. You thanked them for the ride, and for dinner since they paid, before Jisung asked if you wanted to take a walk on the beach.

“Sure, let’s go.”

He led you by the hand through the maze of buildings to the hotel’s beach entrance. You passed other couples as you strolled past the pool and the firepits and it made your heart sink a little. You were jealous of them. Jealous that they could enjoy each other’s company out in the open like that. Jealous that they looked so happy. Jealous that they weren’t sacrificing one relationship for another.

You were definitely projecting, they absolutely could have been in the same situation as you and you would never know but you refused to acknowledge that possibility because you were resolute on feeling bitter.

The sun hadn’t fully set yet despite the late hour. Being that it was still the middle of summer, it wouldn’t get dark until much later than usual. You were also convinced that daylight lingered longer in Hawai’i than it did in other places but you had no evidence to back that up.

“Here, I’ll carry your shoes for you,” Jisung offered, holding out his free hand for them.

You paused. “Oh, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I know you don’t like the feeling of sand in your shoes.”

“Thank you.”

You bent down to undo your sandals and handed them to Jisung. He looped the straps around two of his fingers and resumed holding your hand.

The sand was still warm, holding on to the heat of the day.

“Are we going all the way down to the water?” you asked.

“If you want to,” Jisung answered.

“I don’t really feel like getting wet again.”

“That’s fine with me.”

You settled for walking along the outline of the tide where the sand was still dry. You followed the curves of the waves from hours past, tracing the remnants of high tide with your arms out like you were walking on a tightrope. Jisung trailed behind you for a few moments before catching up with you again.

You had pulled your hand out of his grasp moments earlier to run ahead, distracted by the seafoam in the distance. You waited for him and put your arms back by your sides.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ditch you,” you sighed when he reappeared at your side.

“I know,” he replied.

Instead of offering you his hand this time, he gave you his elbow. You took it gently, resting your hand on his bicep.

He was uncharacteristically quiet. You wondered what was on his mind. When he invited you down here, you thought it would be to talk, to finally have that conversation. Maybe it had been and he changed his mind. Or maybe it had never been his intention in the first place.

You were starting to think you’d never get an answer when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry for what I said.”

You tensed but kept walking, not wanting to confront whatever expression might be on Jisung’s face. If you stopped, you would have to look at him or stare at the ground. If you continued walking, you could just look straight.

“I... didn’t mean that shit... about wishing I never met you. Or any of it really. I wanted to mean it. But I couldn’t, because none of it’s true. I was just really hurt. I still am, to be honest.”

“I understand,” you responded.

“I want us to move past this,” he continued, “but it still feels really fresh. I mean, I only found out about you and Min a few days ago.”

You nodded as you listened. He was right. It had only been a handful of days even though it felt like an eternity. Being at odds with Jisung was hell. He was your best friend, after all. You had lived life with him by your side for the past four years. You didn’t want to imagine what that would look like without him.

“Right.”

He cocked his head to the side, lost in thought.

“I’m sorry too,” you added, wanting to reiterate just how shitty you felt about the whole thing.

“I know,” he said softly. “I know you are. I knew you were then too. I’m sorry for invalidating your apology-”

“Don’t be!” you interrupted. “My actions and my words... they don’t add up. I would’ve thought I was bullshitting too.”

Jisung scratched the back of his neck and forced a laugh. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy to wrap my head around. But I get it, I think. There’s just something about Minho, isn’t there?”

You snuck a glance at him but didn’t say anything. You had a feeling it was a rhetorical question.

“You must have been miserable this whole time. Trying to push down your feelings for him and then finally acting on them but being consumed by guilt when you finally do.”

“It hasn’t been the best,” you admitted, “but it’s my own fault.”

“Not entirely,” Jisung reasoned.

You were surprised he was coming to your defense but you figured he’d go up to bat for anyone if it was against Minho.

“Enough of it is.”

Your best friend shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like you’re known for your decision-making skills.”

You scoffed and nudged him with your shoulder. He laughed a real laugh for the first time in days. You had missed hearing it. It made you smile too. You rested your head on his shoulder and for once it felt natural.

“I really am sorry, Ji,” you sighed, your voice wavering.

“I know. I can’t pretend that I’m over it... but I will be. I also know that I can’t ask you to end things with him...”

“You can-”

“No,” he murmured. “I can’t. You would resent me for it.” You opened your mouth to protest but Jisung shook his head and you closed it again. “You would. Maybe unconsciously, but you would. Things wouldn’t be the same.”

“Things won’t be the same if I don’t end things with him,” you pointed out.

“I know,” he agreed solemnly. Then he sighed as if it was something he had already come to terms with. “But you’ll still love me the same. And that’s enough.”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

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anonymouspuzzler · 11 months

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Haha Whoops Uh Oh! (UPDATED 6/11/23)

so this isn't the type of post I normally like to make, but! uh! hey! I just got ambushed by a HUGE tuition bill I wasn't expecting, and I'm out of options to pay it - they've already applied my scholarship and loans, I'm already working multiple jobs that are basically just barely paying for rent + groceries, and I only have enough on my credit card to pay for One of the three payments they're requiring, which only gets me through till July (with, again, no options that get me that amount of money by that time).

further full disclosure, this bill came at like, the worst possible time - they've given me four days to make at minimum the first payment (which, again, I can only do by maxing out my credit card), and on top of juggling multiple jobs I'm also in the middle of two classes, including one which involves upcoming travel (that is already paid for, thank god). Hence, me Scrambling a li'l bit!!

as such, I've set a new goal on my ko-fi!! it is, of course, HUGE, but genuinely any small amount people are able to contribute goes a huge way to giving me SOME way to pay it off. note that 3-coffee doodle requests are still A Thing, commissions are still a thing (if you have one active I'll be getting to them this & next week), and I'll be streaming wherever I can to pull together money that way - wherever it comes, any support is HUGE and I mean that.

UPDATE 6/11/23: I am updating the original post to remove the ko-fi link and yet you fine folks know: HOLY HECK, y'all managed to get my tuition dealt with. words truly cannot express my gratitude for that - I'm so, so, SO humbled and thankful for everyone who came out to get me out of a really rough situation.

in the slightest, smallest attempt to pay forward the kindness i've been shown, I'm gonna try and use this moment to direct y'alls attention to some other folks I know who could use some kindness! hardly comprehensive, in no particular order, just top-of-my-mind type type beat. (note that these are all folks' twitter handles - some of 'em are on tumblr too, but I figure best to direct you to where I know they are 100%!)

@/Pochiyaki is a friend & artist who's been trying to get out of a bad money situation a while, and could definitely use some love!

@/rudeboimonster is similarly a dear friend who's been struggling to find long-term work and housing, anything you got would help.

Or, considering supporting the work of a creative you love! A few I've been loving lately that I'd recommend:

@/cosmignon (Runaway Draikana webcoming, and other comics and illustration work)

@/SynthCharmVA (voicework & writing/show development)

@/Tonya_Song (music - including vocals, piano and composition - plus education and activism work)

@/jaypg_art (character design, visdev, and illustration)

@/littlegoodfrog (Matchmaker and other comics)

@/winonaparadise (Girls With Horns and other comics/illustration work)

@/derekmballard (comics, including the upcoming Cartoonshow graphic novel)

@/_PartyCoffin_ (Welcome Home, and just about every art form you can conceive of)

and of course, if you're not following & supporting my amazing partner @/hollowtones, who helped me through this tough situation in every possible way - well you ought to be!! a delight and talent in every imaginable way, and I'm only a little biased on that.

and above all else... THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!

#anonymous puzzler talks #if you are able or willing to signal boost this as well it's deeply appreciated #i love my school but they have a horrible habit of waiting until the last possible moment to tell you that you have to pay for something #and then not giving you any options to finance it #so unless you've been checking the finance portal on your own Multiple Times A Day with no indication of if or when something will change #You Are Just Fucked

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 6 months

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Redbull gives you orgasms - Mike Schmidt x reader

Moving in with your boyfriend was a no-brainer. Abby loved you, Mike loved you, and well it was easier to split the rent two ways. The only problem was with the sleep schedule. Your partner was an absolute early bird. Even with his sleep experiments, he still managed to wake up at 6 AM sharp to get his sister ready. And 99.9 of those days you'd murmur a ''Goodbye Mike, love you'' into the pillow and fall asleep. If it wasn't for your job, you would be a total night owl. There were instances where you'd wake up at 3 just to jolt down a good idea you had. Thankfully, once Mike was asleep, there was no waking him. Him falling asleep was a completely different matter. And you were gonna find that out soon through the magic of ... public holidays.

That's right public holidays. You were gonna take a break, finally, and spend some quality time with Abby, maybe even get to help Mike find some better job options. But before that, you had to work extra hard and prepare posts for the time you'd be gone. You were stressed, and overloaded on free coffee and sugary snacks. By the end of the day, all was good. You handed over some tasks to your more senior colleagues and headed home. Grabbing groceries on the way, you were even given a sample of a new redbull flavor. You grabbed a few of those for your boyfriend and were finally ready to relax.

But Mike had other plans. He looked dejected, so you figured that the meeting with Jane didn't go well. "I'll take the night shift job tomorrow."

"If you're sure. Well, let's have an early dinner then.". After you all ate and the two of you made sure Abby was in bed, it was finally time to sleep as well. You had a bit of chit chat with Mike, nothing too heavy. He was just about to drift off, putting you through the usual routine when he noticed how restless you were. You were tossing and turning, bouncing your leg under the covers. Then came the pillow adjusting, cover moving. Afterwards you went to the bathroom. Then grabbed water. Then the bathroom again.

"Sweetheart, please. " Mike said, his voice groggy. "Did I wake you, shit. I'm sorry, thought you already dozed off." you replied.

"I can go on the couch?" You suggested.

"No, just come here. I'm so used to you that I can't fall asleep without you here anyway. Your work trips fuck me up." he replied. "I'll fix you right up, I'm a sleep expert after all."

You laid down and let him "fix you". First he moved you to the side, then he wrapped his arms around your waist. Then he began to kiss your neck.

"Mike." you moaned.

"Shhh. I need you to not turn off your brain. Just focus on what I'm doing to you and think only about that. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"You just nodded. He continued kissing you, but now he was also touching your chest. Squeezing your breasts, gently pulling on your nipples. You were getting wet and he knew it. He slipped his hand in your panties, and started rubbing on your clit.

"You're so needy for me. Can't wait to see you let go for me.". You moved your hips to bring him closer to you. But instead of giving in, he slipped a finger in you, then a second.

"Feels so good, so so good.". You felt him get hard against your ass. You reached out a hand to help him out, but he gently moved it away.

"Shh, I have it all planned out. But since you wanna spoil your surprise." His fingers were still inside you. He first undid the buttons on his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Then he moved your panties to the side and removed his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact. But then gasped when you felt his dick in-between your thigs, rubbing against your wet folds. Not only that, but his fingers were back on your clit. You were done for.

"I know you wanna cum for me, but can you hold it for just a little bit. I want us to do it together. Don't worry, I won't last long with your perfect pussy all wet for me like this."

"Please, just a bit more, just the tip. Need you inside me again."

"You know I can't say no to you, sweetheart.". With that Mike slid the head of his cock inside of you. He buried himself to the hilt inside of you, allowing himself 2 thrusts. Reluctantly he pulled away continued humping you.

"Come on sweetheart, let's cum together." You didn't need a second to think about it. Using your last functional braincell, you "aimed" Mike's cock, so he came on your stomach. When you were a bit more coherent, you gathered the cum and licked it away. There was no way you were gonna leave that on the sheets. You turned to kiss Mike, but saw he was fast asleep. Guess reading that sleep book did have its benefits.

#mike schmidt #michael schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut

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bugs1nmybrain · 8 months

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Nasty - Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Minors Do Not Interact (18+ to read)

Warnings: This is a GROSS smut fic. Straight-up bloody period sex! Blood kink, female reader, masturbation, Shigaraki is a tad misogynistic, Shigaraki has toxic traits but we've been knew, quirkless AU, Shigaraki may or may not be a drug dealer, unprotected sex (but reader takes birth control), degrading pet names (mostly slut along with adjectives like dirty or filthy), blue-haired Shigaraki, use of vibrator, rough sex, light choking, not proofread

Today was a little tiresome. It was that time of the month and per usual, you weren't feeling like a pretty little princess right now. Thankfully your flow had lightened up since a few days ago, but you still felt worn down. You were hungry, tired, and above all else..horny.

It was such a nuisance. Out of any time of the month to be horny, why now? You supposed it could be easily explained by the fact that during your period, you're a hormonal wreck. Of course, you'd be horny. Doing anything about it filled you with shame, though. You COULD use a vibrator, maybe even a dildo, but it almost made you feel guilty. To pleasure yourself when you're utterly filthy.

Vibrators and dildos are great, but you also had a whole-ass boyfriend. A boyfriend who would sometimes question why you'd use toys and not invite him to play. Wasn't he good at making you cum? Why would you leave him hanging?

The thing is, it's not that simple right now. You were sure that if you had asked him to do anything with you now, you'd be hit with some nasty comments about how disgusting it would be to fuck you on your period.

Shigaraki was out in the common area talking to Dabi about some...stuff he had and how they were going to sell in order to make rent. You figured he'd be in there for a while, so you saw this as a ripe opportunity to try and squeeze in a quickie with your vibrator. You made sure to lay down a towel, a red one, to make sure no mess ended up staining the bed. Tomura would surely be pissed if that happened. You snuck over to your special box and pulled out your favorite vibrator that was notorious for making you cum quick and easy.

You lie down on the bed and turn on your vibrator, placing it snugly on your clit. The immediate touch is nice, and soon you're greeted with those warm, special, fuzzy feelings that come with being pleasured like this. Your flow was being generous, as you weren't getting much blood anywhere. After all, the clitoris isn't responsible for blood.

The vibrating sensations are quite lovely, but you raise your hand to tweak your nipple simultaneously to enhance the pleasure. That really got you going. Unfortunately, your blood wasn't being very conservative anymore. The mixture of wetness and blood together was making a mess and even getting on your hands a bit. You were simply grateful that you had set this towel down.

The comforting pleasure felt amazing, so much so that you hadn't even noticed your door open. Your self-care was shortly interrupted by an abrupt, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He didn't say it in an aggressive tone, surprisingly, just irritated and confused. You jolt upwards, shoving the vibrator behind you. Not that it made much difference. You were lying there, he clearly saw you using it, and now your thighs and fingers were covered in blood. But, hey, you used a towel, right?

"Well, excuse me, but I was horny and didn't have any other option. Is that okay?" you retort defensively.

"Calm your tone, woman," Shigaraki snaps. "I don't appreciate that bitching shit and you know it. I was just asking what the fuck you were doing."

"Okay. I'm masturbating."

"I can see that."

"So why did you ask?"

"Rhetorical question, haven't you heard of that shit? I thought you were smart."

You don't say anything for a moment. You were embarrassed beyond belief. Maybe you should've assumed he would eventually walk in, but goddamn it you needed this. And now he's ruined it.

"You're gonna stain my fucking bed."

"That's what the towel is for."

Tomura wanted to lecture you, but despite the bloody mess you've made, your thighs and legs right now were alluring, to say the least. You were wearing a band t-shirt, and while Shigaraki usually would prefer to see your tits, the contrast between the shirt and your gorgeous legs made him want to fuck you badly. Maybe to pull the shirt over your breasts and watch them bounce as he fucked you.

Oh yea, you're on your period. Tomura didn't really understand this shit. He didn't grow up around girls and was never taught anything about the female reproductive system, other than if he came in you you'd get pregnant. But that's what your birth control is for. This period nonsense was annoying for him. Why the fuck should he have to hold your hand through all the cramps and bitchy behavior? He was convinced that your period made you an absolute cunt. Maybe it did, but he just didn't get it, and didn't appear to want to.

Some fucked up part of him saw the blood in between your beautiful thighs and his dick twitched. For some odd reason, you looked so cute right now. All bloody and filthy. He only wished that you would've yearned for HIM, and not that stupid vibrator.

"Are you really this desperate?" Tomura says in a seductive tone as he rests back on the door to your shared bedroom.

You blush, embarrassed to admit it. "Yea.."

Shiggy takes slow steps towards you, with the most sinister look on his face. He firmly holds your chin in between his finger and thumb, tilting your face upwards to look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you wouldn't want to, because it's gross."

"Well, yea. It's disgusting. But you need your bloody cunt to be pleasured, don't you?"

Your eyes beam bright, and Shigaraki chuckles as he notices you perk up. He pulls you into a nasty kiss, full of yearning and lust. You moan lightly into his embrace, still feeling unsatisfied as you were unable to cum earlier.

"Heh..you know I love you right?" He soothes. You can't tell if he's being serious or just saying this shit to make you horny. Either way, his charm is working. Shigaraki sits down next to you and pulls you in for a closer embrace. You rub your hands up his chest and tug on his shirt.

"I love you, too.."

"That's obvious, you goon. Listen, if you're gonna use this vibrator, the least you could do is let me help you."

Shigaraki reaches over to the vibrator you placed behind you. He looks at it for a bit, noticing the sticky blood and pussy juice. A part of him is grossed out, but knowing that you're so damn horny when you're bleeding like this? It's animalistic, and he loves it.

He reaches the button and clicks it, but there's no response.

"Huh?"

"You have to hold down on the button."

"Oh."

He does so and watches as the vibrator starts buzzing. He glances back at you and kisses your neck, pushing you to lie down as he slips the vibrator to rest on your clit. He's met with an instant pornographic moan from you, making his cock twitch in excitement.

"Hehe.."

Shiggy moves the vibrator according to your needs. He used to be pretty bad at knowing how to please your clit, but he's learned well. Years of fucking around on a controller taught him some things about pacing. He watches as you grind your hips against the vibrator and he makes sure it hits the most sensitive spot on your clit.

"Awwhh~~"

"That's it. You love this, don't you? You filthy slut.."

You reach down to the bulge in his pants and begin groping his cock as he uses your vibrator on you, eliciting a sexy groan from his raspy voice. You continue to stroke his dick through his pants and he begins making his motions on the vibrator more taunting

"Awhh~~, Tomura.."

"What's that?" He says teasingly.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Then do it. Cum on my hands with your bloody pussy."

Tomura reaches to tease one of your nipples as you're approaching your high, making you way more sensitive. A powerful orgasm washes over you in waves, causing desperate whines to exit your mouth.

"AaAAAH~"

"Mmm..." Shigaraki hums, horny as fuck from your pretty moans and wet pussy. As you settle down from your high, he looks at his hand, doused in blood. So gross, but who is he to deny his babygirl of pleasure? After all, you're so good to him when you suck his cock and let him fuck you on every surface in the apartment. Dabi, Jin, and some of the other roommates have been making food on those kitchen counters. Oh, how little did they know.

Shiggy reaches to unzip his pants and eagerly throws them off before whipping out his cock quicker than you could say, "fuck me."

There's a burning hunger in both of your eyes. Tomura practically pounces on you, kissing you passionately as you grip his hair. You know that his scalp is sensitive.

"Oh you're asking for it.."

Shiggy reaches down to penetrate you. He takes a look at your cunt before inserting it, almost as if he's reconsidering his decision. You've got him riled up though, and frankly, he's too horny to back down now. Tomura eases his cock into you, immediately hit with a pleasant surprise.

Your pussy felt amazing. So wet, so warm, so slippery. Oh he was going to have fun with you. Without much warning, he begins thrusting quickly inside of you. You feel so fucking good, so perfect.

"Mmm..."

"This is what you wanted, right, you nasty slut?"

"Yea.." You say seductively, intentionally teasing him. He loved how sexy you sounded when he fucked you.

Tomura held your waist as he pounded your pussy deep. For someone who was so concerned about you staining his bed, he wasn't holding back much. He didn't care, all he cared about was how gooey your pussy felt. Shiggy reaches down and softly wraps his thumb, middle, and ring finger around your neck. Not enough to actually suffocate you, but enough for you to feel dizzy.

This was probably feeling better for him than you at this point. He was relentless, thrusting at a rhythmic pace. He brushes your cervix and panting like a dog. Maybe even growling like one too. In his mind, he was fucking you like an animal in heat. He may as well play the part, right?

He's fucking you so nicely, every inch of your insides being pleasured. Your g-spot is practically throbbing against his cock. You allow the sexiest moans to escape, and both of you are sure that your roommates can hear you.

"You're my good little horny slut, huh? Yea??<3<3"

"Yea..mmm...Tomura.."

He reaches to pull your shirt above your tits to watch them move at the rigorous pace. Just as he had fantasized about earlier. They bounce so good, and you look even sluttier than before.

"Fuck..Y/N.."

"Awhh!~"

"I'm gonna cum.."

"Inside..do it inside.."

"In this bloody pussy??" He chuckles.

"Please.."

A couple more quick and desperate thrusts, and Shigaraki cums deep inside, and while you can't see, you can tell that his load was heavy and thick. He lets out a horny grunt as he came and both of you are panting and sweating. Not only were you bloody and wet, but now you had cum oozing inside of you. How fucking disgusting.

Shigaraki pulls out and sees the absolute filth that covered his cock. If he wasn't such a sick fuck, he'd probably puke, but knowing how well he fucked you? It makes it worth it. You're so messy now, and the towel came in good use for sure.

"Jesus fuck..that was hot..."

#shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura

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wazzupmrstark · 5 months

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instead of you [part sixty] || th

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst

word count: 3.1k

“How much longer until we reach it?”

“You’ve asked that six times in the past ten minutes!”

“That’s because no one’s given me an answer!”

“Because no one knows, Harry! None of us have hiked this path before.”

Harry grumbled something behind his brother’s back but he must not have heard it because he didn't argue further.

Everyone was. Tom had already taken his shirt off and Harry had completely sweat through his. That was probably why he was complaining so much. He refused to take it off, though. Something about not wanting to get sunburned again.

“You doing okay?” Sam asked, looking over at you.

The two of you had found yourselves in the middle of the pack for once, walking behind his parents and in front of his brothers.

“Yeah, fine,” you answered, trying not to sound as out of breath as you felt.

“Did you bring your inhaler?”

“Um...”

“Why do I even ask?”

After fifteen more minutes of walking and a bathroom break, you finally reached the waterfall.

Harry sighed. “That’s it? We walked all this way for this?”

“Shut up, Harry,” Sam snapped. “It just looks small from the bridge, it’s not actually that small.”

“I’d say it’s a pretty average size,” you added, “maybe even kind of big.”

Tom laughed behind you. Thankfully, his parents didn’t seem to hear your comment. To be fair to Harry, it wasn’t a huge waterfall. It certainly wasn’t the biggest waterfall in Hawai’i, but it was one of the few that visitors could swim under. That’s what made it so popular.

And the bridge had made it look smaller than it really was.

There was an area to rinse off before and after getting in the water so you all took turns under the showerhead.

Nikki was the only one who didn’t want to swim, which meant that she was stuck with all of the bags. You felt sort of bad when Sam handed over the backpack you were sharing but Nikki assured you that it was fine, that she would rather hold them for you than have you rent one of the rusty lockers to store it in.

Shoes were optional so you left your sandals in the gravel by the bleachers and tiptoed your way back over to the edge of the water. The boys did the same.

“Ladies first,” Harry said unceremoniously.

The rocks seemed stable enough to hold your weight without sliding around in the mud but one of them wobbled under you upon stepping on it, making you nearly lose your balance.

“Careful!” Sam and Tom shouted at the same time, causing you to turn around and make a face at them both.

“How is it?” Sam called from behind you.

“Feels good!” you lied, not trusting yourself to turn around and show him your face. He’d know you were bluffing instantly.

You moved away from the shore so that the boys could get in after you.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” was Sam’s shout from behind you.

You turned back to see him submerged up to his waist. He apologized to the people around him for cursing before glaring at you.

“You little brat!” he muttered, lunging at you.

You let out a yelp as the weight of your best friend dragged you under. You both emerged with dripping hair, laughing and sputtering.

“You said it felt good!”

“It does! It’s refreshing!”

“It’s cold as fuck,” he muttered, “and you knew that.”

“What, can’t take a little chill?” you taunted.

He splashed you.

“Are we going to swim over to the waterfall or what?” Tom’s voice echoed from behind you both, sounding annoyed.

Sam smirked before turning around to face his older brother.

“We don’t all have to go together. You could have gone on without us.”

Harry was the last to get in, gingerly stepping on the algae-covered rocks to make his way over to the three of you. Dom stayed by the edge, content to keep Nikki company from the water. He claimed to be too old to swim against the current just to get thousands of gallons of water dunked on him.

“Let’s go, babe,” Sam said, jerking his head over his shoulder in the direction of the waterfall.

It was doable for you, but not without struggle. The boys seemed to be in the same boat, save for Tom, who was the fittest out of all of you. He was already several strokes ahead of the rest of you when Sam called out for him to wait up. He paused and tread water while he waited for you and the twins to catch up.

“I thought we were going together,” Harry panted bitterly.

“Not my fault you guys are slow,” he rebutted.

“Maybe we should hold hands,” Sam suggested and pointed to another family who was making significantly more progress. “They’re doing it.”

“You think that’s going to work?” you asked.

“Yeah, how do we know you guys aren’t just going to hold me back?”

Harry clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Tom-”

“You could stand to pull some more way, Spider-man,” Sam pointed out.

“Tsk, fine. How should we do this?”

Tom obviously helmed the line. You were stuck between him and Sam, with Harry bringing up the rear. You didn’t argue about your place in the order but it did feel strange to be holding both Tom and Sam’s hands at the same time. You couldn’t tell whether they felt similarly but you had to assume they did.

Tom tugged you along and you pulled Sam in turn. They held on to you tightly so as not to lose you in the tide. You tried to focus on keeping your head above the surface instead of the feeling of both of their hands in yours.

Sam’s hand-holding strategy actually worked and you made it to the waterfall twice as fast as you would have on your own.

Trying to get under the waterfall was another ordeal. The water pressure was so aggressive that you had to fight against the water in order to get up on the rocks right beneath the stream.

“This kind of hurts!” Sam shouted over the roaring of the water.

“Yeah, I think I’m getting bruises!” Tom agreed.

“You guys are pussies!” you yelled, even though it did hurt and you wouldn’t be surprised if was bruising you.

“I think Mum is trying to take a picture!” Harry screamed.

Automatically, all four of you posed even though you couldn’t see where Nikki was and you could barely open your eyes under the stream. You grabbed for Sam but got Tom instead, accidentally squeezing his ass in an effort to hold his hand. How you mixed up the person standing beside you and mis-approximated where their wrist was, you didn’t know, but you immediately let go once you realized your mistake and fumbled for the right person’s hand instead.

If Sam noticed what happened, he didn’t say anything about it. Tom definitely did notice and you could see him trying not to laugh out of the corner of your eye.

“Should we swim back now?” one of the boys, you weren’t sure which, asked after you had stood there for what felt long enough for their mother to have snapped a couple of photos.

“You guys can, I think y/n and I are going to swim around by ourselves for a bit longer.”

That was news to you but you weren’t necessarily upset about it. You hadn’t been in the water for long anyway and you wanted to make the most of it. And if Sam wanted to be alone with you, you weren’t going to say no.

Your number one priority was winning him back, making it up to him, as much as you could.

You followed Sam to a secluded part of the pool, letting him tug you along as you floated on your back. Tom and Harry either got out or fucked off to another part of the lagoon. You weren’t paying attention when you split up and you weren’t about to look for them.

“Did you want to talk about something?” you asked your best friend.

“No, just wanted some space from my brothers.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Did you want to talk about something?” he parroted.

You made a face. “No, unless you’ve changed your mind.”

You could tell he knew what you referring to immediately from the way his expression shifted.

“Not here, yeah?”

“What?” Sam asked, squinting at you through the sunlight.

“Huh?”

“What’s got you smiling like that? What’s on your mind?”

You hadn’t realized you were smiling until he pointed it out.

“Just happy to be here with you.”

After dinner, you rode with Sam’s parents back to the resort. He seemed indifferent to your presence this time, which you took as another win. He held your hand in the back seat and you rested your head on his shoulder. Neither of you fell asleep but you kept your eyes closed, enjoying the silence.

“We’re here, kids,” Nikki said softly once Dom had parked in the lot.

Sam stretched, forcing you to sit up too. You thanked them for the ride, and for dinner since they paid, before Sam asked if you wanted to take a walk on the beach.

“Sure, let’s go.”

“Here, I’ll carry your shoes for you,” Sam offered, holding out his free hand for them.

You paused. “Oh, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I know you don’t like the feeling of sand in your shoes.”

“Thank you.”

You bent down to undo your sandals and handed them to Sam. He looped the straps around two of his fingers and resumed holding your hand.

The sand was still warm, holding on to the heat of the day.

“Are we going all the way down to the water?” you asked.

“If you want to,” Sam answered.

“I don’t really feel like getting wet again.”

“That’s fine with me.”

You settled for walking along the outline of the tide where the sand was still dry. You followed the curves of the waves from hours past, tracing the remnants of high tide with your arms out like you were walking on a tightrope. Sam trailed behind you for a few moments before catching up with you again.

You had pulled your hand out of his grasp moments earlier to run ahead, distracted by the seafoam in the distance. You waited for him and put your arms back by your sides.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ditch you,” you sighed when he reappeared at your side.

“I know,” he replied.

Instead of offering you his hand this time, he gave you his elbow. You took it gently, resting your hand on his bicep.

You were starting to think you’d never get an answer when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry for what I said.”

You tensed but kept walking, not wanting to confront whatever expression might be on Sam’s face. If you stopped, you would have to look at him or stare at the ground. If you continued walking, you could just look straight.

“I understand,” you responded.

“I want us to move past this,” he continued, “but it still feels really fresh. I mean, I only found out about you and Tom a few days ago.”

You nodded as you listened. He was right. It had only been a handful of days even though it felt like an eternity. Being at odds with Sam was hell. He was your best friend, after all. You had lived life with him by your side for the past four years. You didn’t want to imagine what that would look like without him.

“Right.”

He cocked his head to the side, lost in thought.

“I’m sorry too,” you added, wanting to reiterate just how shitty you felt about the whole thing.

“I know,” he said softly. “I know you are. I knew you were then too. I’m sorry for invalidating your apology-”

“Don’t be!” you interrupted. “My actions and my words... they don’t add up. I would’ve thought I was bullshitting too.”

Sam forced a laugh. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy to wrap my head around. But I get it, I think. There’s just something about Tom, isn’t there?”

You snuck a glance at him but didn’t say anything. You had a feeling it was a rhetorical question.

“You must have been miserable this whole time. Trying to push down your feelings for him and then finally acting on them but being consumed by guilt when you finally do.”

“It hasn’t been the best,” you admitted, “but it’s my own fault.”

“Not entirely,” Sam reasoned.

You were surprised he was coming to your defense but you figured he’d go up to bat for anyone if it was against Tom.

“Enough of it is.”

Your best friend shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like you’re known for your decision-making skills.”

“I really am sorry, Sammy,” you sighed, your voice wavering.

“I know. I can’t pretend that I’m over it... but I will be. I also know that I can’t ask you to end things with him...”

“You can-”

“No,” he murmured. “I can’t. You would resent me for it.” You opened your mouth to protest but Sam shook his head and you closed it again. “You would. Maybe unconsciously, but you would. Things wouldn’t be the same.”

“Things won’t be the same if I don’t end things with him,” you pointed out.

“I know,” he agreed solemnly. Then he sighed as if it was something he had already come to terms with. “But you’ll still love me the same. And that’s enough.”

this one made me emo to write but I hope you enjoyed it lmk what you think I always appreciate feedback!!

#instead of you #iou #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x female reader #tom holland x bi!reader #tom holland series #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fic

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baocean · 1 year

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PUT A LABEL ON IT - JJ MAYBANK

PT. 6!!!

Summary: JJ and you had been beating around the bush about your relationship

Pairing: JJMaybank x reader

@loving-and-dreaming 4 U 💌

You and the pogues were sitting on JJ’s porch, sweating like dogs. It was almost a hundred degrees outside today.

Your mind was racing as you snook a peak at the blonde across from you. He was laughing about something John B had said with Pope.

JJ and you had a thing and it had been going on since spring break. You just never, really, put a label on it.

Your fingers fiddled with the paper label wrapping your drink bottle as you weighed your options of telling JJ you wanted to make it official.

You could see yourself telling people that JJ was your boyfriend, not sneaking around the pogues or your group of friends when you brought him around them. You just didn’t know it J felt the same way.

He caught you looking at him, giving you a smile. He was trying to figure out what you were thinking about. JJ thought he might have a clue. After a few moments, he went back to his conversation with Pope.

When you sighed, stressing yourself out with your thoughts, you got up and headed inside JJ’s house, leaving your friends confused. J’s bedroom had this huge fan that made the entire room cold, one he stole from a warehouse at one of his temporary jobs.

You sat down on the bed, in front of the fan. Your clothes overtook JJ’s closet, at this point it looked more like yours than his.

In fact, the house was littered with little items of yours. Your hairbrush on the bedside table from when you hurriedly placed it there while leaving this morning, your favorite mug that was left on the porch that still had your favorite tea bag in it, even your surfboard sat outside the back door.

You had your own house, sure, but your home life wasn’t the best. You were on your own, you had run away from your borderline abusive kook parents.

JJ wasn’t keen on taking you in at first, but he had been through the same thing you had, you two understood each other.

So now, after months of sneaking around with each other, you just stayed at J’s. Luke was in jail, so it wasn’t like he could have any say in it. JJ and you paid rent from whatever you could scrap up around the island.

The door to the room opened and JJ walked inside, lying down on his back next to you. You shifted over so he could have some of the fan’s wind.

“What’s wrong?” JJ’s fingers tickled your back as he drew shapes. You turned to look at him, not sure what to say.

He could tell something was on the tip of your tongue. He knew the face well, like when you two were fighting and you knew a bitchy comment wasn’t going to help the situation, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Just hot, is all.” You tried to wave him off, putting your head in your hands.

“I can read you like a book, y’know?” JJ sat up, smiling over at him. You lifted your head from your hands, peaking over at him.

“I doubt you know what I’m thinking about.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re thinking about us. Am I right?” The blonde’s lips curved up into a smirk. You shook your head, not being able to contain your smile. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“Seriously, J. It’s nothing.” You tried to convince him.

“Well, I have something to say, too. Why don’t we say it on three?” J turned towards you, smiling ear to ear.

You hesitated and squeezed your eyes shut. “Okay.”

“Three, two, one.”

“I want us to be together.” You said. When you never heard JJ say anything, you popped your eyes open and stared at him.

J was grinning ear to ear.

“J!” You yelled at him, getting up from the bed.

He pulled on your arm, pulling you back down, and leaned down to kiss you. His hands tangled up in your hair, pressing lazy kisses to your lips and neck.

“I want us to be together, too. Y’know you can tell me anything, right?” He smiled into the last kiss, pulling away and placing your foreheads together. “I’ve wanted to actually be together for, like, months.”

“You want to actually be together? Tell our friends and things?” You asked him, smiling.

“Yes. Tell our friends and shit. Whatever makes you happy.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll be my girlfriend?” He asked you, pushing your hair behind your shoulder. You nodded, leaning in for another kiss.

…..

#obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx season 3 #outer banks #outer banks imagine #john b routledge #jj mayback imagine #spotify #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank

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vickyvicarious · 7 months

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So I've been rewatching a lot of period dramas lately and this got me thinking, Arthur's clearly from the upper class, but does the book ever actually specify what his title refers to? Viscount, baron, etc...? And Lucy's a socialite and would therefore be some kind of aristocrat, but I don't think the book ever gives specifics on her family background either, but correct me if I'm wrong! And while I'm at it, would the rest of the Crew be considered middle or working class?

Hmm, so I am definitely not one who has the best grasp of all these nuances myself, so I happily welcome any others who know more and want to correct me or add in what they know! That said, here's what I think...

Arthur is repeatedly referred to as 'Lord Godalming', at least once his father dies. That means he is officially a 'peer', a member of the House of Lords. There's several different ranks within this category though, and based on title alone he could be most of them (since most were commonly called 'Lord'). I found a post talking about the peerage for the context of the Sherlock Holmes stories which I think is pretty easy to understand, especially the little table of titles/roles.

Going off that source, it says that "all children of viscounts and barons were called the Honourable;" and when Jonathan is talking to Mitchell, Sons, & Candy the guy says this: "We once carried out a small matter of renting some chambers for him when he was the Honourable Arthur Holmwood." That would suggest that Art is either a viscount or a baron. Of the two I would lean towards viscount, simply because I think he is in the upper half of the hierarchy based on the way side characters tend to react to him. I don't know if there was ever any leeway to call the eldest/only son of an earl by that title, but if so then I kinda want him to be that, purely because it is the British equivalent of a count, and that would be a really neat tie-in to the various ways Arthur is contrasted to Dracula as good/bad nobility. (I could talk more on that but it probably deserves to be a separate post.) Admittedly I don't know enough about the nuance of relationships between different classes to know how high up the ladder he can go before his association with the others here would start raising eyebrows, but I like the idea a lot.

Arthur is the only character other than Dracula to get a (non-academic) title, so I don't think any of the other characters would be part of the peerage. However, I do think Quincey is very rich and probably of somewhat equivalent status for an American. I think Lucy is probably not officially there, because otherwise I feel like either she or Mrs. Westerna would have been addressed as 'lady' at some point, if only by people meeting them for the first time or who don't know them well. However, she's definitely of a social class where he association with Arthur is very acceptable, so she had to have been well-off. I imagine her from a well-established family who might not have a title but is still certainly part of the respectable crowd. Or if she did have a rank it would be lower but not outrageously so.

I think Jack would also be pretty equivalent to Lucy, since she introduces him as "well off, and of good birth" and his close association with both Arthur and Quincey would suggest he is certainly respectable enough to hang out with them/propose to the same woman. Lucy suggesting him as a possible option for Mina to marry if it weren't for Jonathan suggests that Mina might also have a nicer family background (as does, potentially, her friendship with Lucy). But if so, then her current status as orphan who works for a living and expects to have to make ends meet with Jonathan suggests that her family must have fallen on hard times and whatever respectability there was to her name is more lingering compared to the reality of her current situation. That's my best guess, but honestly it's kinda tricky to figure out and other people who know more about the time have been confused too.

I think Jonathan is definitely of the lowest class amongst our main cast. You can see this reflected as well in how they tend to address him more casually ("Harker") while he uses some form of title when speaking to the others ("Dr. Van Helsing, Lord Godalming, Dr. Seward, Mr. Morris"). He doesn't speak of his parents much, but we know he worked for Mr. Hawkins from a fairly young age, and started out as a clerk until recently, which was not a particularly well-paying job. I think he and Mina would be considered on the lower end of middle class - at least before they inherited everything Mr. Hawkins had, which it sounds like is a comfortable existence if not the extravagances that other characters would be more used to. That might bring them up closer to some of the other nontitled people, though not as high.

#dracula daily #arthur holmwood #lucy westenra #jack seward #mina murray #jonathan harker #anonymous #replies #just realized i didn't talk van helsing. i also think he's in the same general area as lucy and jack probably #but since he's dutch there may be differences there too

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channieismyboy · 2 years

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chanel chance - part one

{dilf!seonghwa/sugardaddy!seonghwa x f!reader}

sypnosis: in order to pay rent fees for her apartment after her roommate moved out, y/n accepts a babysitting job for her uncle's co-worker. what y/n does not know is that the dad of the girl she will babysit is the boss of the company y/n uncle works at...and that he is extremely attractive.

here's a link to my masterlist <3 | link to chanel chance- part two

warnings: age diference (y/n is 21, seonghwa is 29), eventual smut, language, poor attempts at humor. wc: 2k

the first three months of your third year of university went quite well for you. the courses were more leisure than second year, your schedule was not as packed as it usually was, and you even liked most of your professors. however, your good times quickly concluded when your roommate decided to move out of your shared apartment.

as a result, you are now forced to fend for yourself with having to pay for your bills on your lonesome. having fairly decent savings, you would not have to require looking for a new job just yet. nevertheless, you still felt it would be a good to try to see what work would be out there.

which leads you to this very moment, you're currently discussing with your beloved uncle about job opportunities that would not coincide with your studies, and social life too much. going through various options; cashier, retail, tutor. however, all those positions were either already taken, or the manager was some creep that made you, and even your uncle uncomfortable.

"i'm never going to find a job at this rate," you say, laying your head on the steering wheel of your beaten-up car you got a long time ago.

"don't fret y/n, we'll find something for you i'm sure. plus, you can come live with your aunt and me if you'd like?" your uncles says, patting his hand over your back to comfort you.

you still keep your head on the steering wheel as you answer him. "thank you but no, i should try to be as independent as possible. i never would have expected my roommate to leave me." your uncle nods his head in agreement.

the car stays silent for a little while until you hear your uncle’s breath hitch, as if he thought of something. you move your head at the abrupt sound, as give your uncle a puzzled look.

"i just realized, a co-worker of mine has been looking for a reliable babysitter for a while now. he even asked me if i knew anyone that he could trust." you uncle exclaims.

"i don't know," you retort. "i wouldn't like to spend my time running after little kids," you say, finally standing up straight and looking at your uncle intently.

he then explains to you that he has met the co-worker’s little girl before, and that she is calm and well-mannered. knowing that this just may be the only job you'll most likely have a chance for, you agree in letting your uncle make arrangements for you.

your uncle works in a well-known law company, he has a modest position (thus meaning that he has a higher position within the company). you trust your uncle's opinions, after spending a great amount of time with him since your mother abandoned you when you were ten. he and his wife are the only parental figures in your life. you had never met your father, since he left your mom just after she gave birth to you.

your aunt and uncle were kind enough to raise you as their own, always caring for you and making sure you were safe, and secure with your life. you never really felt lonely. nevertheless, even with your uncle's and aunt's affection and compassion, there's still a part of you that wishes you could still be with your mother and father. to have a happy family all together.

"my niece y/n, she's a wonderful student. she is in her third year at university, studying pharmaceuticals. i think she would be perfect to take care of your daughter sir." your uncle speaks to a handsome brunette man sitting on a chair across from him in a large office, illuminated by many full-length windows.

the young man contemplates for a second, giving his subordinates statement a consideration before speaking. "alright, i know i can always trust your judgment mr.L/n," he says. "how about you give me your niece’s phone number, and i'll contact her this evening." the man says with a warm smile, as he closes a few file while speaking. your uncle follows the man's orders, and even shows him a photo of you.

"this is your niece?" he asks, his eyebrows raised, his tone intrigued. "yes, sir. she is 21 this year." your uncle exclaims, with a proud smile plastered on his wrinkled face. the beautiful young man just nods before saving your number on his phone, trying to push his thoughts of your flawless beauty in the back of his head. you're 21, meaning you're too young for him, he tries to think.

uncle:

[10:45 p.m.] i talked to my co-worker, he's interested in you for the babysitting job. i also gave him your number, so if you see an unknown number contact you it's him.

you:

[10:46 p.m.] omg thank you!!! if he calls i'll pick up right away. thank you again <3

"i just got a text from my uncle, he gave my number to his co-worker, i think i might have the job," you exclaim happily to your friend minho. he is right across from you, shoving his face in a burger you both ordered a few minutes ago in your apartment's kitchen.

"no way, y/n that's great. just make sure the guy isn't a creep. if he is i will beat him up for you." minho replies to you. looking at you dead in the eyes before biting back into his burger.

"yeah i know, but i'm sure when i talk to him i'll have a better understanding of how this guy's like. plus, you got to stop judging people before you even know them min." you say, before eating a french fry.

"yeah yeah, but someone has to. you're too naive and gullible in situations like these y/n." minho retorts.

"what? no i'm not." you say.

minho just blinks at you a few times, "okay fine maybe you're not." he states simply.

he asks you a question, "y/n can you look there for a sec." you turn you head in the direction his index finger was pointing before realizing that this was another one of his tricks. you're to late to think of this, cause when you look back at minho, a french fry gets thrown at you square in the face.

you see minho shit-eating expression before he goes back to eating his food as if nothing had happened. "literally fuck off," you say annoyed at his antics.

"aww, love you too y/n." is all minho says back to you, while smiling like an adorable five year-old. you give him a cute half heart with your hands.

"speaking of 'i love you', where's jisung?" you ask minho. him and jisung have been together for about a year, and you all hangout every thrusday night. jisung is always a good 15-20 minutes late. but, its been almost 30 minutes without him showing up.

"oh yeah, forgot to tell you, he's not coming today."

"so you mean i paid for his food, and i didn't even know he wasn't coming?" you ask minho, your tone raised a little.

"that kinda sounds like a you problem," minho just shrugs. okay you think, this time you will strangle him.

just before you were going to announce your thoughts, you notice your phone ringing. a number that you do not recognize appearing on your screen. minho says that it may possibly be the co-worker. you get up from your stool, to pick up the call, and head to a more secluded place.

"hello?"

"yes, hello. is this ms. L/n?", a man asks. His voice is calm, professional, and quite low pitch. he sounds a lot younger than you imagined he would. perhaps that's just your anxious mind noticing.

"oh yes, this is she."

"perfect. i'm park seonghwa, i work with your uncle, he told me that you’re available to babysit my daugher jieun. are you available tomorrow evening from 5 to 8 p.m.?"

his name sounds incredibly familiar to you, yet you can't quite place it right now. you reply to the man saying that you are available.

"great, i'll send you my address tomorrow morning ms. L/n" the man says.

"thank you very much mr. park, take care!" you announce before hanging up the call.

after celebrating with minho for a few more hours, you both opted to just go to sleep. minho waved goodbye to you outside of your apartment before walking off to his.

the morning after still went by smoothly. you had some lectures today, and only a few assignments that you could get done quickly before taking a nap.

all throughout the day, the majority of your thoughts were occupied by mr. park. why does this name sound incredibly familiar to you? you can’t quite place it, deciding to just look it up. to your astonishment, the first few articles that appear are unrelated to the park seonghwa you’re looking for. even the internet is oblivious to this man. maybe he is just some unknown worker in your uncle's company.

you wake up from your set alarm. the time now read 3:30 p.m. your uncle had told you to look presentable, and formal in order to make a good impression. you thought it a bit strange, however still deciding to go along with your uncle's advice.

you pick your nicest pair of grey trousers. they're pleated nicely around the waste, and loose around your legs, as well as created from expensive materiel. after buying these pants a while ago you remember how broke you were after. though the minor loss of money compensated for the beautiful stylish pants, even if they were a little too big on you.

then paring those pants up with a tight black t-shirt. it's still quite warm outside, so you deem this to be an appropriate outfit. you finish getting your hair, and makeup done. opting for a more laid-back look. Your leave your apartment, just after spraying on your favorite perfume: channel chance (another expensive item making your broke after buying it).

minho won't stop spamming your phone with messages notifying you that he has been waiting for a whole three minutes, and is now impatient with you. him and jisung agreed to drive you to mr. parks house just in case something could occur. minho has continually been such an attentive friend like that, and jisung as well. running out the door, and into minho's car are you finally ready.

"what took you so long?" minho asked in annoyance. "my uncle said to look good, so i had to take longer," you reply while applying your lipstick in the back seat.

"maybe this guy's rich? why else would your uncle tell you to dress up," jisung says, while minho starts the car and follows the directions provided from the gps.

"i don't know. it doesn’t seem like it. all i know is that he became a single dad when his daughter was born, cause the mom didn't want the baby." you say.

"wait, what if he's a dilf then?" minho adds to the conversation.

the three of you laugh before quickly denying those thoughts.

the ride to mr.park’s house did not take as long as you had expected. the gps stating that you're merely two minutes away, yet you think you might have the wrong destination.

minho's car is driving up a hill that is secluded from the rest of the neighborhood. "y/n, are you sure this is the right place?" minho asks, eyes still on the road in front of him.

"I think so, it's the address mr. park gave me…" your feeling is unsure. an anxious pooling in your lower abdomen forming due to your situation. you wonder why mr. park had led you to the middle of nowhere.

suddenly, the tall deep green trees start clearing out. in the distance, you can make out a great big black fence. the closer you get to it, you can start to make out the floral details on the rails, and even the lettering of the secluded area’s name.

now it clicks, you think. the reason why mr. park's name sounded extremely familiar. why your uncle had told you to look as presentable as possible. The reason why his name never came up on various articles. mr. park is not just some casual co-worker of your uncle's, he's his boss.

a/n: hey everyone!! i have been trying to write, some personal issues have come up that make it a bit difficult. so please bear with me lmaoo. i have been wanting to write a fic like this for a while especially with seonghwa, so i hope my execution’s good- and also it will get more interesting i promise!!!

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lordgrimoire · 1 year

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@spacedace You have inspired me, Have a Gift

“Donnie, Ringer, Are you sure you want to do this?” The Penguin cared about his people, The Goonion recommended him for a lot of reasons, that was one of the mains.

“Yeah, ‘sides, isn’t like we have a TON of options in passing messages, not enough to hint at the Kids’ hometown, nor enough to hint at the GIW, hell I Didn’t even know half of us are Ecto marked or whatever. Boss, it’s my idea, ‘sides, I’ll finally use those vacation days I’ve been savin up!” Oswald Copplepot sighed.

“Fine, fine, just, no bein a fool right? Least not more than you usually are.” The Ringer, one of The Penguin’s older musclemen, nodded back to him, tapping his cigar out and carefully sealing it back in it’s case before handing it to his boss.

“A message like this needs an, appropriate touch, just as any grey hair knows.” Oswald nodded, patted one of his oldest hitters on the back, and went back inside, he had business to run, and a phone to keep near.

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The Ringer ambushed Red Robin, probably at the best time for one as well, the baseball bat cracked against Red Robin’s Bo staff, but still succeeded is dislodgeing the Bird’s grappling hook. Red Robin fell silently and well, lunging up into a stance before pausing at the rather relaxed way The Ringer was standing, grey hair peaking out from his cap as he and the Bird stared.

“Listen,” The Ringer began, not moving his fists from his pockets. “Something’s been goin on, the Goonion and the Boss haven’t been able to find out what, we were tipped off by some odd behavior. Ya know those two kids the Boss took in recently? They’re cousins of his, that’s all I’ll say out loud but, suffice to say,” He drew one fist out of his jacket pocket, a pair of USB sticks held in his open hand. “They are safer here than where they came from, and we know we’re not armed enough to deal with it, we can protect ‘em here, but we can’t deal with the root.” Red Robin, frantically trying to figure out why The Ringer was doing this, picked up what he needed to know, Jazz and Daniel [It’s Danny], Fenton, cousins of a sort of Oswald Copplepot had been given to him in a slightly strange sounding custody battle that hadn’t even been one, and had moved faster than many other Custody Battles usually did.

“I’ll look over the info, but why are you so invested in this?” The Ringer shrugged as he dropped the two sticks into Red Robin’s outstretched hand.

“They’re good kids,” The Ringer leaned in, “And the Feddie Organization that back’s their ‘rent’s seems reaal interested in ‘em. And that’s not even counting their excuse of a Godfather.” The Ringer leaned back onto his heels. “Now, in order to make this look like properly gained info, beat the tar outta me, cuz if ya don’t I’m likely to drive my happy arse all the way over there to do some hole punching.” Red Robin nodded, stashed the two thumb drives in his belt, and proceeded to beat the tar out of Donavan “The Ringer” O’Malley with the Thug giving half as good as he got, the frontline thug would file with the Goonion two days later for the “Stolen Bones by Bird Package” and take his well earned vacation days AND sick days, in that order.

The Bats on the other hand, were now very aware of a cover up that could easily have resulted in deaths, and a Government Organization none of them had ever heard of.

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catboybiologist · 2 months

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so I went to college for a year on my parents dime, but the second year I suffered from severe burnout and returned to live with my parents and went back to my high school job, and now I’m just utterly terrified of the future as my job doesn’t even pay enough to make rent much less any other of the other physiological needs and I despise my parents but any path forward that I can imagine involves being dependent on them and the second year of college got so stressful I can’t imagine myself ever completing a degree, and you seem to have your shit together to a degree and I don’t even know what to ask but I just feel so hopeless

I hope this response is at least a little helpful. You're cutting deeply at something that a lot of people have experienced. I sympathize deeply. It's okay. And to tell you the truth, I don't have my shit together, and I'm at a similar crossroads to you. I'll elaborate on my own personal path after the cut, but if you want some advice, here's mine:

You're not gonna power yourself through burnout. You're not a failure, and what you're doing is okay. You need to take a real, hard look at what makes you happy. Not what career you want, what makes you happy. If that's your career, wonderful. If it's not your career, that's great too. It's okay to pause to reevaluate. Give yourself the patience you need. You're okay, and you will figure it out. But you can't power yourself through burnout. Something has to change. I can't tell you what. You're gonna have to figure that out, unfortunately.

But don't try to suffer through a degree that will make you miserable. You have to plan for the future, of course, but you need to remember that you're living in the present as well.

So how do you go forward? As I see it, you have two options: go back to school when you're rested a little, but in a different field than before (or a different approach like trade school or an associate's degree), or try to find a path forward that simplifies your life enough financially to make it on your own. Neither are easy. Both are possible, but brutally difficult.

You can slowly dip your toes into either option. Find out alternate jobs. Take classes from community college or online in a variety of subjects. But if you don't want to do any of that, its okay not to as well.

Take your time with yourself. I believe in you. But remember to enjoy yourself when you can. It's okay to be hurt. But you can try to love yourself too.

My overall point is: if you commit yourself to misery, it becomes addicting. The longer you resign yourself to living your life in a way that actively burns you out and doesn't make you happy, the harder it becomes to break that pattern. I spent a while that way myself. You don't have to read further, but if you want to hear my own personal vent and relation to this, you can if you want.

To tell you the truth, I'm considering quitting my PhD at some point. I'm still very undecided, but right now, I'm basically holding out until I can take my summer quarter off. Even if I wasn't doing that to socially transition, I need that to figure out what I'm going do with my life, and whether I want to complete this degree.

I've done a LOT of things I regret. And they were all in the name of committing myself to my own misery, and a lot of that was tied to academia, and appeasing my family. At first, I started giving up on dreams I had that weren't academia related (Mt. Whitney was a huge one, and longer thru hikes as well). It snowballed into a point where I didn't know how not to be miserable anymore, and I was actively suffering through things that I refused to change, simply because

That's... why I delayed transitioning so long. The first and last thought on my mind about it, the entire time I was getting my undergrad degree, was about how transitioning would affect my education, and my career.

I only started posting my first "femboy" pictures online in Fall 2021. At the time, I was deeply engrained into a really, really shitty situation, that I was doubling down on because I didn't want to impede the progress of my master's degree. I was trapped. I started posting the pictures because, well, I was in "fuckit, if I wanna kms anyways, might as well get some fun in before I do it". If anyone wants more detail, I might talk in DM, but it would mostly be me venting. For you, anon, I think my details aren't that important. I'm still scared of talking about it publicly even now, and I still regret getting into that situation every day.

Getting out of that was my breaking point. I realized that I needed to start living my life for me. I chose my PhD institution and lab in part because of available LGBT acceptance and resources, and started HRT about a year into my PhD when I was a bit settled.

And I love what I do! I still do! I love science!! I still love biology and research and the coding I do for it and discussing it and presenting it and all of it!!!! But is it worth it? Does I love it enough? And can I keep doing it?

I need to figure it out. And it sounds like you do too. Your individual considerations may be different, but its ultimately the same consideration: how happy will this make you, vs how miserable it will make you.

And that is a HUGE question, that won't be answered overnight. You're right to take a break and tackle it. I believe in you <3

#cw suicide

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danidrabbles · 8 months

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Trifocal

Part 5 of Triumvirate

Summary: A well-deserved holiday, as seen through the eyes of three people.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Katie

Rating: Explicit.

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: female reader, established polyamorous relationship, threesome (f/f/m), romance, smut (oral / piv mentions / fingering / dirty talk / D/s elements / orgasm denial / sex toys / overstimulation / ass play, but in a blink and you’ll miss it type of way), alcohol consumption mentions... Please let me know if I missed something!

Notes: The Triumvirate trio goes on holiday! We're taking a bit of a jump here from Part 2 to Part 5, because we find Javier, Katie and Reader in a relationship together. How did they get here? Some hints in this one will have to satisfy for now, but we're working on Part 3 and Part 4 to show you the full story! A very big thank you to my writing partner in crime @javier-pena, without whom Triumvirate wouldn't exist in the first place, who patiently checked this for mistakes and who almost singlehandedly kept my belief in myself as a writer alive over the past year.

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Javier never takes a holiday.

You urged him into this one, as you had done with every holiday you had taken together, and while you were planning it together, he realized he couldn't remember the last time he took time off before he met you. It’s not like he never had any time, he just never really felt the urge. Work kept him busy, and the girls and alcohol kept him distracted. It wasn't until he met you that things became… easier, more balanced. You certainly helped him to take it easier on himself, to bear the importance of his job but to stop feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

To take holidays.

One of the simpler parts of planning had been figuring out where to go. Katie’s desire to visit Europe outweighed every other option, especially after the embassy had cancelled her work trip to Spain. He’d been the one who had to break it to her, and the look on her face, the quick succession of surprise, disappointment, and forced acceptance, made his heart ache. Suggesting a holiday to Europe earned him one of her signature smiles, the one that makes him want to give her anything she wants just to see it.

The distance had been a pleasant prospect, too. He can’t get called back into the office when he’s nearly 6000 miles away…

Two days ago, the three of you arrived at the place you rented, and he immediately felt as close to relaxed as he had in a long time. It’s secluded, spacious, gives the option to hide away and be as you all want; it’s easier, being here and being the three of you together.

The small town you’re staying in offers anonymity in a way that makes him feel at ease to walk around the way the both of you are now, in front of him. His eyes travel from your linked hands, up to your profiles as you talk, and smile, and lick away at your ice cream.

He likes to watch you with her. It gives him a chance to observe you in a way he never gets to, and it’s like he falls in love a little more every time. Though he can’t deny that Katie offers you something he finds difficult to provide, something… carefree. It’s something he struggled with at the very start of this, the thought that maybe he wasn’t the best match for you — that you belonged with her.

You’ve made it very clear you are right where you belong: With her and with him.

“Here, try this,” Katie says, offering her cone up to your mouth, watching your tongue dart out to swipe along the cold treat.

She watches you with dark eyes, and Javier finds himself equally affected. It’s something else he gets out of this that he still struggles to come to terms with. That it’s okay that he likes it. That you do as well, and so does Katie.

As if she can read his mind, she turns to him with an expression that makes him feel warm. The pride he finds in her eyes — the awareness that you get to share all of this, that everything between the three of you always runs in a circle of sorts — is something he relates to. He acknowledges her look with a jerk of his head, and it makes her face break into a smile. After, she turns back, accepting your offer of your ice cream for her to taste.

As she does, Javier’s eyes drop down to the little camera bag Katie carries with her. If he had a camera, he would take a picture now, when the two of you are unaware of how he’s watching.

Click.

Another time.

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Katie feels like she’s dreaming.

Because being here is like a dream. It’s something she’s wanted for as long as she can remember, and it’s everything she expected it to be — the people are friendly and easy-going, the food is delicious, the landscape is beautiful…

The street in front of her is a perfect example: narrow and cobblestoned, ivy growing up the side of the small, crooked houses. It’s almost like a fairytale. She excuses herself, untangles herself from your grip and reaches into her bag to find her photo camera.

She bought it with the first paycheck she got after she started working at the DEA. It felt like something worth celebrating, to materialize the pride she felt over moving to an unknown city and taking a new job. It’s not even like she needed a camera, per se, but walking past a camera store in Bogotá, she was drawn in by the pictures in the window. It got her thinking. It would be nice to document her life, use the film to take pictures of the city, her new friends, to show them to her dad when she’s back in the States.

This holiday definitely feels like something worth commemorating; a way to celebrate your relationship after the tests it has faced.

It’s the three of you. It feels right. It is right.

She gets the feeling again later, when you’re taking a break from sightseeing, sitting at a table in front of one of the restaurants for a drink.

Javier and you are sitting opposite her, lost in conversation, and she lands in it too late after studying the menu too long to really participate, but it’s fun to watch. Neither of you are particularly animated, but you’re equally engaged, not letting the other win until—

“Jesus, fine!” you laugh, shoving at Javier's shoulder. “You’re so stubborn.”

Katie can tell it’s meant to chastize him, but it just comes out fond. Javier simply grins, then lets his hand fall on your thigh in affectionate victory. The look you give him in return stirs something deep in Katie’s chest, makes her want to reach for her camera to capture it, but the moment passes.

She’ll get her chance one of these days, she reasons.

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“Anyone else want something to drink?” you ask, stretching where you’re laid out on the big lounge bed beside the pool. The curtains surrounding it billow in the wind while you get up before you pad down the poolside.

On your way to the kitchen, you gaze down into the water. Katie floats by, on her back, topless, eyes closed behind the sunglasses perched on her nose. She thanks you and asks for a beer. Javi, on the opposite side of the pool, sitting in the shallow end, does the same.

Once inside, you allow yourself an extra second in front of the open refrigerator, basking in the cold air, before plucking two beers and a bottle of water from the door. You fill a glass with water, and bring it to your lips to take a large gulp that slides pleasantly cold down your throat.

You’ve been here for the better part of a week now, and you could get used to this. The warmth is different from the sweltering Colombian heat, the passage of time here makes the days seem twice as long and it feels like the first time you haven’t been worried about any aspect of your relationship with Javi and Katie. With everything out in the open, there’s finally time to enjoy it.

When you gaze up at the pool through the window, you see the two of them clearly had the same thought.

They’re in the shallow end, Katie in Javi’s lap, their kisses innocent until Javi’s mouth opens under Katie’s for a kiss that’s obscene. Javi takes hold of the bottom of her breast and dives down to close his mouth around her nipple. Katie cups his head, pulling him closer as her mouth falls open.

You shiver at the sight, and can imagine all of it; Javi’s mouth there, his moustache on the sensitive skin, your own mouth there, the sound Katie makes when you let your teeth play with her. Heat licks up the base of your spine, and you hesitate, not sure if you should act on it and join them, or take a mental picture of this and let them have their moment. It’s decided for you when Katie’s eyes suddenly find yours through the window, and she smiles before beckoning you to her with her free hand.

You almost smash the glass as you put it down on the counter, forget their drinks, and walk through the door with hurried determination. Plunging into the pool via the side closest to you, you wade towards them, finding your place behind Katie and between Javi’s knees. You pepper her warm shoulder with kisses until you reach her neck and find that spot where she’s sensitive.

“Hmm, you feel good,” she sighs, her hand tangling in your hair and holding you in place.

Your hand curls around her body, cupping her other breast with a squeeze. “So do you,” you whisper in her ear.

Under the water, Javi’s hand finds the side of your thigh, squeezing before Katie’s hand knocks him away. He pulls away from her with a wet gasp, and a confused look in his eyes.

“Kiss her,” she says, framing his jaw with her hand and leading him to your face over her shoulder.

His mouth lands on yours, kissing you with fervour as Katie’s hand disappears back under the water. You hear the water slosh around you, feel how your knees slide along the bottom of the pool as Javi’s body presses more of Katie’s up against you. She moves between you, her hand finding his lap until he bucks into her touch.

Javier breaks away from you with a growl, his eyes dropping down to watch where Katie’s hand undoubtedly circles his cock. You watch with him, hands roaming Katie’s soft skin. In turn, Katie twists her free hand behind her back, her palm sliding down your abdomen and past the waistband of your bottoms. Her movements are limited on account of the angle, and the fabric that isn’t giving, but she finds your clit with expert precision and circles it with one of her fingers.

With a gasp of her name, you try to widen your thighs to give her more space, teeth sinking into her shoulder when she works a finger into you. As you do, you slide your hand around her hip, attempt to return the favour, but she stops you with a soft, “Don’t,” as she slides a second finger inside. “Just enjoy it, sweetheart.”

You know that this is how she likes it — playing the role of observer and participant, getting the chance to let her mouth run knowing it will only make you wetter, Javi harder. It comes natural to her in a way that you wish you had a little more in you — in a way that reminds you of Javi.

Javi’s hand comes up to twist her in his direction until he can look into her eyes. He looks intimidating, his hair slicked back from the water, his eyes dark, but Katie doesn’t seem to notice. Or pushes on in spite of that.

“Feeling a little left out?” she asks, the control she has over the situation making her bold, and brazen, and you grind down against her hand in response.

“Careful,” he replies, his voice deep and raspy, before kissing her and biting at her lip.

She threads that edge, pushing closer, squeezing him in her grip. “Or what, Javier?” she asks.

You watch with curious eyes as Javi’s top lip trembles with a hint of a snarl, before his eyes go a little softer and his jaw goes slack. You know this expression, she’s doing that thing he likes where she circles his frenulum with her thumb – that thing you taught her.

“Hmm, I thought so.”

The words make you throb — she’s so sexy like this, when she wins, holds the both of you in the palm of her hand and knows exactly how to play you.

“We’re going to move this over there…” she tells you, eyes dark with lust, with an idea, as she nods into the direction of the lounge bed you were seated on earlier, “...where Javi’s going to fuck you.”

She says it so matter-of-factly, and you’ll never get used to it. Her hand slides out of your bikini bottoms, and resurfaces to take your chin between her thumb and forefinger. You find yourself nodding along at her words with lust-filled conviction. It fuels her, a pleased expression gracing her features. The kiss she places on your parted lips is chaste, but her words after are anything but,

“And I think I’ll sit on this pretty face.”

----

Two days later, you find yourself sightseeing once more.

“I saw pictures of this in the travelling brochure, but it’s much bigger in person,” Katie says.

Her head is thrown back to look up at the castle she’s referring to, at everything she told you and Javier about when she pressed you to go here; battlements, towers and turrets, arrow slots, cream coloured bricks, baby blue roofs and spires… It was a sizable drive, but her enthusiasm for it sold it pretty much right away.

The last time you saw her so passionate about explaining something was when she talked about the time she went fly fishing with her dad.

Without looking away, Katie reaches for the little bag hanging by the side to find her camera.

“Why don’t you give that to me?” you ask when she takes it out. “I want to–”

“Didn’t I tell you?” she interrupts happily. “It’s so pretty”

“And it’ll be even prettier with you in the picture with it,” you say, clarifying your intent. You take great pride in watching the realization wash over her face — her understanding, a blush, the way she hides a smile — you love being able to do that to her.

“You’re such a flirt,” she says, playfully narrowing her eyes at you before shoving the camera against your chest and turning to find a good spot to stand.

Seeing her through the rectangled little glass makes her seem like she is the only person there. And in that small moment, she is. As you change the angle, make sure the light looks right, that the colours will come out like they’re supposed to, she flashes you a radiant smile, and it doesn’t leave you unaffected. You capture her just like that.

Click.

It occurs to you that you never told her about the photography class you took when you were in school, and you almost do, until you see Javier at the edge of your view, making your mind change directions. He’s fiddling with his hands, nervous. It’s easy to imagine how a workaholic like him would find it difficult to wind down. It’s crowded here, and he’s vigilant, even far away from his DEA duties.

“Javi — Javier!” you shout, waving him in Katie’s direction.

He nods in understanding, makes his way towards her and hangs his sunglasses off his shirt. They’re facing each other, engaging in a conversation you can’t hear from your distance. Then Javier tilts her chin up and wipes a thumb over the tip of her nose — some sugar from the donut she had earlier, maybe? Katie’s nose scrunches up. Javier keeps his index finger hooked under her chin, smiles at the face she makes.

It’s the perfect moment.

Click.

“Excuse me,” a voice next to you asks in a thick accent. “Should I take a picture of the three of you?” When you look up, a man is looking at you expectantly, holding his hand out for the camera. “You will have some proof you were here also.”

You assess him quickly: He's pushing a stroller with a small, sleeping girl inside, and there's a woman by his side who gives you an encouraging smile. Not exactly the kind of people who would take the camera and hit the ground running.

“That would be nice, thank you.”

You jog towards Katie and Javier, and you know your smile in the picture will be genuine when Javi puts his arms around your shoulder, pulls you close, then does the same to Katie. After a few moments, the man gives you a thumbs up, and when you’ve made your way back to him, he places the camera in your hands as you thank him again for his offer.

“You are very brave for going on a holiday with a couple,” the woman says.

“I’m sorry?”

“Those two,” she says, looking in Javier and Katie’s direction. “Very in love, no?”

You follow her gaze, and find them looking at the castle, Katie’s back against Javier’s chest, his arms around her, his chin resting on her head.

“Oh,” you say, smiling and trying to hide the fondness in your voice. “Don't worry, it's not as bad as you'd think.”

As soon as the family is out of view, you raise the camera back up and find Katie and Javi through the viewfinder.

Click.

----

It's been five days since Katie got the better of him in the pool, and Javier can't let it go.

It's not like he didn't enjoy it; far be it for him to complain about watching her sit on your face until she came all over it while he fucked you. If he’s really honest with himself, it’s the fact that someone stepped to him and succeeded, and that instead of feeling threatened, he feels invigorated by it. He feels that way every time she manages that.

This afternoon, she’d been so sweet. It's a joy to experience this trip through her enthusiastic eyes, and his attraction to her soars when he hears her talk about all the research she’s done about all the places you visit together. She also makes meeting people and small talk seem effortless; it’s like Katie has never met a stranger.

So no, he doesn’t want to "get back at her", because it isn't like that, but he’s in the mood for something. The desire is making him itch, especially now that she’s getting cheeky.

After a dip in the pool to escape the afternoon heat, you’re out for a late dinner, and she's back to pushing his buttons. It doesn’t help that she looks gorgeous. Her air-dried curls look more wild than usual, and her cheeks have gone freckled, slightly red, all from the sun. Seated across from him, she keeps finding his calf under the table to stroke the top of her foot along it. All the while, she’s seated next to you, scanning the menu for desert. Or pretending to, anyway. It all comes to a sudden halt when she excuses herself to find the bathroom.

"So, what is it?” you ask as soon as she’s out of view.

"What?" he replies.

You close the menu in a way that makes him think you know you won’t be staying for dessert, and put it on the table. "Your big plan for her.” Placing your hands on the table’s edge, you look at him with a raised brow. “That's what you're thinking about, aren't you?"

In any other scenario, he would feel like he got caught thinking about something he shouldn’t – someone he shouldn’t. Your tone doesn’t match that, though. Your tone is encouraging, your interest piqued. When he doesn’t answer, you lean over the table, move closer, and the movement pushes your chest against your hands, presses the tops of your breasts up in your top in a way that distracts him.

Leaning back in his chair, he purses his lips in thought. "Remember, before we left, when you asked me if there was anything you should bring?"

Your expression instantly goes from playfully inquisitive to something giddy and knowing. "Yes."

"That's my plan," he decides, watching as Katie makes her way back to the table with nothing but mischief in her eyes. "And you're going to help me."

----

“Stop.”

Javier’s voice is so stern it sends shivers down Katie’s spine, the deep timbre of it seemingly reverberating off the walls. The small vibrator he has pushed against her clit stops buzzing, and the two fingers you have pushed inside her stop moving and curling. Her back lands back against the bed where it had been arched up from, the sheets damp with her sweat.

Katie’s pretty sure she shouldn’t enjoy this as much as she is. She’s aware this is more for your shared pleasure than for her lone benefit, but it’s a byproduct that suits the three of you all too well. Because the truth is, she loves being at your mercy; a participant in something the two of you are doing together.

Ever since sleeping with the two of you for the first time, she’s never once been bothered by the time you were together before she joined you. How could she? Javier and you were clearly perfect for each other, a team in so many ways. She complements you, but not in a way that she’s inferior in this relationship — you’re all equal. There’s a little bit of both of you in her, and she knows that plays its part in why this works.

Despite enjoying the teamwork, it’s getting harder and harder to take — and to stay dignified. She’s been worked up to the edge two times now, and the desire to get vocal about it is rising in her throat.

She’d mistaken it for something else at the start of this, thought having the two of you in bed, on either side of her outstretched legs, was a simple shared moment of pleasure and not an assertion of dominance. The first time the both of you had brought her to the edge and stopped before she could tip over, she’d tried to finish the job herself, a hand flying between her legs. Javi had warned her not to with a, “Hands above your head. And keep them there or I’ll find something to tie them up with,” to which she had curled her fingers around the bars of the headboard.

They’ve gone numb now.

“Give her a taste,” Javi says.

Katie gasps as your fingers slip from her cunt in a wet rush and present themselves at her lips. She opens obediently, her lips closing around them to taste her own desire with a hum.

“More,” Javi tells you.

Katie’s eyes flick over to him, watch as he takes himself in hand while you slip further down her tongue. The tip of him is slick with pre-come, and he uses it to stroke himself to the sight of the two of you.

The slick sounds mix together, filling the bedroom in tandem. You pull your fingers back before sliding in deeper, and repeating. Katie knows you’re pushing her, she can tell from the look in your eyes, the way you slide along the back of her throat and push a little further each time. It makes her heart race, makes her try to hold out and build up the anticipation, but you get what you’re looking for when she lets out a choked sound. Tears form at her waterline when you do it again, and she clenches around nothing when you compliment her with a,

“Well, don’t you sound pretty.”

Katie heaves a wet gasp for air when you allow her one, feels the trails of spit sliding down the corners of her mouth, her chin, before she chokes again when you push your fingers back down her throat.

“Enough,” Javi says, letting go of himself. His palm lands wetly on Katie's thigh, spreading her open to slide the toy back between her legs.

Following his lead, your fingers find her opening, use her saliva to add to the wetness and glide back inside.

You go again.

It’s when Javier tells you to stop for a fourth time that Katie loses her composure.

One moment she feels like a livewire, like she’ll come from just the right caress, the next everything stops, leaving her feeling frustrated and tender. She’s so close she can taste it, desperately clenching around your stilled fingers, a phantom buzz still between her legs even without the toy.

“Please,” she cries out. “Please, keep going."

Katie’s watery eyes flash to you when she feels your hand twitch, slightly, but still. “Javi,” you begin, voice soft and unsteady. Your conviction is wavering, she can see the confliction in your eyes. She knows it’s not because you think she can’t handle it. It’s more in your desire to please, the satisfaction you get out of her getting off. You move with every intention to continue pumping and curling… until Javier's hand closes around your wrist.

“Feel that?” Javier asks, addressing Katie with a voice that sounds like the complete opposite of yours – clear, in control. His hand moves, your wrist moves, Katie cries out, and the headboard creaks in her grip. “She wants to give it to you. Think we should do that, baby? Do you want to come?”

Katie nods, and it crosses her mind that this must be what it’s like to feel fucked dumb, the deep desire and need so raw on the surface that she feels like it’s the only thing she needs. “Please, Javi,” she begs, her voice coming out raw. “Can I come?”

His expression is unreadable. It reminds her of when she’s been on the other side of the interrogation room glass, watching him question people with iron determination. She knows that he knows how to get what he wants. So much so, that it’s almost a shock when the vibrator clicks back to life, when Javier’s thick fingers spread her open and bare her clit so he can circle, circle, circle.

“Oh, please,” she babbles, writhing against the sheets when your fingers start moving in tandem, as she races towards her peak again. Everything pulls taunt, the muscles in her abdomen contracting before Javi’s hand lands there and pushes down, keeping her in place and making your fingers hit that perfect spot. “Pleasepleaseplease–”

Katie comes with a shout, rolling her hips as best as she can with the way her movement is restricted. Her hands fly down, clutching the damp sheets as the oversensitivity burns through her limbs. You stop moving, but keep your fingers in place. Javi, however, doesn’t let up.

“J-Jav,” Katie stutters, eyes pleading as something new and devastating begins tingling up her legs.

“You wanted to keep going,” Javier says, the device click-click-clicking under his thumb as he increases the vibrations. Her sweat runs cold. “So put your hands back up and let's see how long you can last.”

----

The first time Katie wakes, it’s 3:06 am. She’s squished in between the two of you, your breath softly fanning out against her chest while Javi snores puff out softly against the back of her neck. Her eyelids feel heavier every time she blinks, until she falls back into a dreamless sleep.

The second time she wakes, two hours have passed.

Nothing else has changed.

----

When you wake, it's close to the afternoon, and it’s just you and Katie in bed. You can tell she’s still far away, breathing heavily, and you can’t blame her after the night she’s had. As you contemplate getting up, your rumbling stomach decides for you; some food would be nice. Carefully, you untangle yourself from her, then find a shirt on the floor and slip it on.

In the kitchen, you find a bowl and fill it with some fruit, then circle the house to look for Javi. You find him by the open backdoor, a cigarette between his lips and his yellow-tinted sunglasses on his nose.

He’s someone who struggles to unwind, to allow himself that, but you’re proud of how he’s doing on this trip. Especially these past few days; you haven’t heard him and Katie talk about work for a solid five days. He matches it in looks, his hair more dishevelled, more buttons on his shirts undone (if any are done up at all).

You greet him by sliding your hand up from his back to his shoulder, and step outside to stand next to him. The concrete below your feet is warm from the morning sun, the sky is a clear blue, and a little breeze plays with your hair; tell-tale signs it will be another day in paradise.

“She still asleep?” Javier asks, before hollowing his cheeks around the cigarette.

You let your index finger play with the grapes in your bowl, pop one in your mouth and answer, “Yep.”

“Maybe we were a little too hard on her,” he prompts, taking another drag.

As you chew, you look at him from the corner of your eye, watching a little smile lifts one corner of his mouth as he puffs out the smoke. He knows as well as you do that she likes it, maybe more than she’d like to admit. By your count, she came five times. You bask in the knowing silence. It’s both thrilling and comforting, knowing what goes on in her mind, knowing it also occupies his.

“I liked doing that with you,” you say, rolling the one grape you have left around in your bowl. “A lot.”

“Yeah…” Javi says around an exhale, his final plume of smoke before putting his cigarette out. He takes the bowl from your hands, sets it down on the garden table by his side. With a little sway, he takes you in his arms, looking down at you with a playful expression, “...I noticed. Who knew you’d like it so much to be knuckle deep inside another woman, hmm?”

You inhale sharply at the lewdness of his words, but smile at the truth in them. “Well, I could say the same for you.”

He hums again, before a small frown puts a crease between his brows. “Aren’t you glad we figured that one out together?” His voice is softer, and his tone is different — less lighthearted, more serious.

“Yes,” you assure him, hands sliding up his bare chest on their way to cupping his cheeks. “Very glad.”

He leans down to press his lips to yours; it’s chaste and soft, and full of emotion. You return it with the same sentiment.

“I’m going back to bed,” you tell him when you pull away. “Are you coming?”

He strokes his nose against yours, and nods.

----

This isn’t what Javier expected from “going back to bed”.

It had started with just you, pushing him on the empty bed, straddling him before crawling down to lazily suck him off… until Katie emerged from the bathroom. She watched at first, but quickly became a participating voyeur, kneeling behind you and flipping your shirt up to bare your pussy to her.

"Sweetheart, look at you," she’d cooed, her hands circling the soft skin of your ass, the slick sound of her parting your lips following. "Getting so wet from sucking his cock."

Javier had gotten up on his elbows just in time to watch her lean down to taste you. With a stutter of his hips, he forced more of himself into your mouth.

Three groans echoed through the room.

Katie has you close to it now, he can tell by the way you’re distracted, moaning around his length while she holds you tightly against her. With a sound that makes him throb in your mouth, she pulls away to watch herself slide two fingers into you. The visual and physical stimulation makes Javier’s eyes go out of focus for a second, glassy with pleasure until he catches Katie looking up at him over the curve of your ass. Without breaking his gaze, Katie flicks her tongue up between your cheeks, and it goes straight to his cock when you come up with a gasped, “F-Fuck, Katie, keep doing that, you’re going to make me come.”

Your forehead drops against Javi's thigh, your hand clumsily stroking him as your free hand reaches back to palm the back of Katie’s head and push her back down until you come with a cry. You tremble in the aftermath, your puffs of breath making goosebumps rise along his sensitive skin.

"Holy shit,” you manage to huff out after a while. “Come here.” Letting go of him, you turn over on your back to pull Katie to you.

Javier watches her land on top of you with a giggle, kiss you, pull your shirt over your head as you exchange whispered words. He can’t make out all of it, but his cock jumps where it’s curved back against his stomach when the words “taste him together” reach his ears.

For a moment, it had felt like his orgasm was ebbing away, but when the two objects of his desire untangle and turn until they’re on their stomach, side by side between his legs, he feels the fire reigniting in his gut.

You take turns on him in a bobbing of heads that you’ve almost perfected over time. Even without looking, he could tell who is who. You take him deeper, add a twirl of your tongue when you come off of him that makes his toes curl. Katie is sloppier, like you taught her, her spit sliding down his length as she sucks on his tip. But watching is better — much better.

It’s hypnotic, watching you work together and share a wet kiss over the tip of him before you focus back on his cock. Except this time, Katie kisses you once, twice, then tells you to, “Keep going,” while she slips from between his legs and disappears from his view.

It makes Javier zero in on you, only vaguely registering the mattress dip behind him. Your hand curls around the base of him, holding him steady in the absence of Katie’s help, and just when you slide up, eyes on his, your mouth open along the underside of him, wet, warm, familiar, when his head falls back into the pillow with a grunt of pleasure…

…there’s a click.

When Javier opens his eyes, he finds Katie kneeled behind him, camera in hand, lowering it from in front of her face to watch as you jerk his cock. Unable to resist, he reaches for her, pulls her down for an upside-down kiss that he can feel her smile into. He likes this about her, her playful nature, how easy it seems to come to her despite everything that has happened between the three of you, and how she has the best ideas.

“Give that here,” he whispers when he pulls away, “and get back down there with her.”

Katie swallows hard, on account of the order, he suspects, something he noticed she likes coming from him. With a nod, she places the camera on the mattress next to him, before crawling back between his legs.

You’re still in your place, curious eyes following Katie’s every move and accommodating her body next to yours again. Katie brushes your hair aside, kissing your jaw, your cheek, before wrapping her hand around the base of his cock and offering him to you.

It takes him back to the start of your holiday.

His thighs tremble when both of your mouths go back to sucking him off, sliding up and down the side of his cock again, and again, and again—

“Take a picture, baby,” you prompt hoarsely.

He’s surprisingly steady as he picks the camera up with one hand and lifts it to his face. It looks so much more erotic through the viewfinder, like a snippet from a dirty movie. It fills him with a sensation that tingles up his legs and blooms up between his hips. He must make a sound, something he’s unaware of, because you and Katie look up at him at the same time, with bright eyes, spit-slick lips still wrapped around either side of his dick—

Click.

It happens with an accidental twitch of his finger, but he has a feeling it’s for the best when he feels himself throb, twitching between your lips… “I’m gonna—” he begins, managing to toss the camera back on the bed before coming with a stutter of his hips and a deep moan.

It coats both of your faces, slipping down cheeks, and lips, and necks… He gets a taste of it when the both of you crawl back up to him, gets it fed back to him off fingers and lips and tongues. The aftermath puts him in a daze, and the way both your hands are stroking along every part of him make him feel intimately cherished. It also reignits something deep in his gut that makes him stir, and hungry for something else - more.

You squeal when he sits up and flips you over with a growl.

Later, when you’re all spent and satiated once more, he watches as Katie reaches for something next to the bed. She produces her camera from the floor, and he feels guilty for discarding it so carelessly earlier.

It must show on his face, because she’s quick to assure him. “Don’t worry, it’s sturdy.” She puts the camera back in her bag, “But I don’t think we can ever get these developed.”

Javi snickers at that. Katie’s right, it was fun while it lasted, but seeing the results means bringing the film to a store and allowing them to be seen by others to get them developed, which would be…impossible. It’s a shame, but not the end of the world. At least, that’s what he thinks, until he looks at Katie, when he sees a smile on her face that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Just as he goes to assure her that the real thing is better than the pictures anyway, something clicks.

It isn’t about your private photos, it’s about the others.

He takes her hand and pulls her against him, pressing a kiss on her brow. You stir next to him, turning to face him in the early stages of sleep, and as he watches you, a plan begins to form.

----

“Is this like last time?” Katie asks.

The excitement in her voice makes you laugh, and when her head whips in your direction. Javi’s hands almost slip from their position over her eyes as he leads her blind through his apartment. You’ve been back in Colombia for a week now, but there’s still unfinished business from your trip.

“Don’t make fun of me!” she splutters, covering Javi’s hands with her own to keep them in place. “You look sexy in blue lace. Though it was more fun taking it off you. You really missed something, Jav.”

“Apparently,” he replies, eyebrow raised.

You wave his expression away. “Yes, yes,” you say, cheeks heating at her recollection of the blindfolded fun you got up to during Javi’s latest business trip. “It’s not like that…” you watch her purse her lips in disappointment, “...but I think you will like it.”

Javier and Katie come to a halt in front of one of the doors, and you open it before motioning for Javier to take his hands off Katie’s eyes. When he does, she blinks her eyes back into focus, undoubtedly still confused by what it is that you’re showing her when she looks into the black of the room. It’s completely dark on account of the taped off window, but when you flick the lightswitch, the room is bathed in red light. It highlights all the equipment — the enlarger, trays, photo paper, timer, a line of rope from corner to corner…

“I took a course on this a couple years ago,” you explain. “I dug up most of the equipment, we got you some new supplies. I could teach you, help you develop our holiday pictures.”

“Wow,” Katie whispers, stepping inside to let her eyes roam around the room. “You giving up your office for me, Javi?”

Javier crosses his arms in front of his chest and shrugs, before leaning against the doorpost. “I have an office at the office, and… this is more important to me.”

There’s a sparkle in her eye when he says that, something you recognize from yourself when Javi expresses his affection in a way that you didn’t see coming.

She looks back at you. “Can you… show me now?” It’s clear she’s trying to mask the eagerness in her voice, but she’s doing a horrible job, and you love it.

Who could say no to that?

“Of course.”

Katie smiles brightly, turning on her heels back to the living room to retrieve her camera.

You approach Javier, and he uncrosses his arms to make room for you, to let you slide a hand up his chest and say, “Good idea, baby,” before cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss.

As you do, you hear a click.

----

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